3761= =发表于：2011/12/15 21:35:00
3762顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:36:00
Author: Sorabji, Cornelia
Illustrator: Geoffrey Hadenfeldt
Note: London et al.: Blackie and Son, ca. 1918
Reproduced in latter part of 20th century.
He awoke next morning from rosy scenes of dream to a steamy atmosphere that smelled of soapsuds and dirty clothes, and that was vibrant with the jar and jangle of tormented life. As he came out of his room he heard the slosh of water, a sharp exclamation, and a resounding smack as his sister visited her irritation upon one of her numerous progeny. The squall of the child went through him like a knife. He was aware that the whole thing, the very air he breathed, was repulsive and mean. How different, he thought, from the atmosphere of beauty and repose of the house wherein Ruth dwelt. There it was all spiritual. Here it was all material, and meanly material.
"Come here, Alfred," he called to the crying child, at the same time thrusting his hand into his trousers pocket, where he carried his money loose in the same large way that he lived life in general. He put a quarter in the youngster's hand and held him in his arms a moment, soothing his sobs. "Now run along and get some candy, and don't forget to give some to your brothers and sisters. Be sure and get the kind that lasts longest."
His sister lifted a flushed face from the wash-tub and looked at him.
"A nickel'd ha' ben enough," she said. "It's just like you, no idea of the value of money. The child'll eat himself sick."
"That's all right, sis," he answered jovially. "My money'll take care of itself. If you weren't so busy, I'd kiss you good morning."
He wanted to be affectionate to this sister, who was good, and who, in her way, he knew, loved him. But, somehow, she grew less herself as the years went by, and more and more baffling. It was the hard work, the many children, and the nagging of her husband, he decided, that had changed her. It came to him, in a flash of fancy, that her nature seemed taking on the attributes of stale vegetables, smelly soapsuds, and of the greasy dimes, nickels, and quarters she took in over the counter of the store.
"Go along an' get your breakfast," she said roughly, though secretly pleased. Of all her wandering brood of brothers he had always been her favorite. "I declare I WILL kiss you," she said, with a sudden stir at her heart.
With thumb and forefinger she swept the dripping suds first from one arm and then from the other. He put his arms round her massive waist and kissed her wet steamy lips. The tears welled into her eyes - not so much from strength of feeling as from the weakness of chronic overwork. She shoved him away from her, but not before he caught a glimpse of her moist eyes.
"You'll find breakfast in the oven," she said hurriedly. "Jim ought to be up now. I had to get up early for the washing. Now get along with you and get out of the house early. It won't be nice to-day, what of Tom quittin' an' nobody but Bernard to drive the wagon."
Martin went into the kitchen with a sinking heart, the image of her red face and slatternly form eating its way like acid into his brain. She might love him if she only had some time, he concluded. But she was worked to death. Bernard Higginbotham was a brute to work her so hard. But he could not help but feel, on the other hand, that there had not been anything beautiful in that kiss. It was true, it was an unusual kiss. For years she had kissed him only when he returned from voyages or departed on voyages. But this kiss had tasted soapsuds, and the lips, he had noticed, were flabby. There had been no quick, vigorous lip-pressure such as should accompany any kiss. Hers was the kiss of a tired woman who had been tired so long that she had forgotten how to kiss. He remembered her as a girl, before her marriage, when she would dance with the best, all night, after a hard day's work at the laundry, and think nothing of leaving the dance to go to another day's hard work. And then he thought of Ruth and the cool sweetness that must reside in her lips as it resided in all about her. Her kiss would be like her hand-shake or the way she looked at one, firm and frank. In imagination he dared to think of her lips on his, and so vividly did he imagine that he went dizzy at the thought and seemed to rift through clouds of rose-petals, filling his brain with their perfume.
In the kitchen he found Jim, the other boarder, eating mush very languidly, with a sick, far-away look in his eyes. Jim was a plumber's apprentice whose weak chin and hedonistic temperament, coupled with a certain nervous stupidity, promised to take him nowhere in the race for bread and butter.
"Why don't you eat?" he demanded, as Martin dipped dolefully into the cold, half-cooked oatmeal mush. "Was you drunk again last night?"
Martin shook his head. He was oppressed by the utter squalidness of it all. Ruth Morse seemed farther removed than ever.
"I was," Jim went on with a boastful, nervous giggle. "I was loaded right to the neck. Oh, she was a daisy. Billy brought me home."
Martin nodded that he heard, - it was a habit of nature with him to pay heed to whoever talked to him, - and poured a cup of lukewarm coffee.
"Goin' to the Lotus Club dance to-night?" Jim demanded. "They're goin' to have beer, an' if that Temescal bunch comes, there'll be a rough-house. I don't care, though. I'm takin' my lady friend just the same. Cripes, but I've got a taste in my mouth!"
He made a wry face and attempted to wash the taste away with coffee.
"D'ye know Julia?"
Martin shook his head.
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He awoke next morning from rosy scenes of dream to a steamy atmosphere that smelled of soapsuds and dirty clothes, and that was vibrant with the jar and jangle of tormented life. As he came out of his room he heard the slosh of water, a sharp exclamation, and a resounding smack as his sister visited her irritation upon one of her numerous progeny. The squall of the child went through him like a knife. He was aware that the whole thing, the very air he breathed, was repulsive and mean. How different, he thought, from the atmosphere of beauty and repose of the house wherein Ruth dwelt. There it was all spiritual. Here it was all material, and meanly material.
"Come here, Alfred," he called to the crying child, at the same time thrusting his hand into his trousers pocket, where he carried his money loose in the same large way that he lived life in general. He put a quarter in the youngster's hand and held him in his arms a moment, soothing his sobs. "Now run along and get some candy, and don't forget to give some to your brothers and sisters. Be sure and get the kind that lasts longest."
His sister lifted a flushed face from the wash-tub and looked at him.
"A nickel'd ha' ben enough," she said. "It's just like you, no idea of the value of money. The child'll eat himself sick."
"That's all right, sis," he answered jovially. "My money'll take care of itself. If you weren't so busy, I'd kiss you good morning."
He wanted to be affectionate to this sister, who was good, and who, in her way, he knew, loved him. But, somehow, she grew less herself as the years went by, and more and more baffling. It was the hard work, the many children, and the nagging of her husband, he decided, that had changed her. It came to him, in a flash of fancy, that her nature seemed taking on the attributes of stale vegetables, smelly soapsuds, and of the greasy dimes, nickels, and quarters she took in over the counter of the store.
"Go along an' get your breakfast," she said roughly, though secretly pleased. Of all her wandering brood of brothers he had always been her favorite. "I declare I WILL kiss you," she said, with a sudden stir at her heart.
With thumb and forefinger she swept the dripping suds first from one arm and then from the other. He put his arms round her massive waist and kissed her wet steamy lips. The tears welled into her eyes - not so much from strength of feeling as from the weakness of chronic overwork. She shoved him away from her, but not before he caught a glimpse of her moist eyes.
"You'll find breakfast in the oven," she said hurriedly. "Jim ought to be up now. I had to get up early for the washing. Now get along with you and get out of the house early. It won't be nice to-day, what of Tom quittin' an' nobody but Bernard to drive the wagon."
Martin went into the kitchen with a sinking heart, the image of her red face and slatternly form eating its way like acid into his brain. She might love him if she only had some time, he concluded. But she was worked to death. Bernard Higginbotham was a brute to work her so hard. But he could not help but feel, on the other hand, that there had not been anything beautiful in that kiss. It was true, it was an unusual kiss. For years she had kissed him only when he returned from voyages or departed on voyages. But this kiss had tasted soapsuds, and the lips, he had noticed, were flabby. There had been no quick, vigorous lip-pressure such as should accompany any kiss. Hers was the kiss of a tired woman who had been tired so long that she had forgotten how to kiss. He remembered her as a girl, before her marriage, when she would dance with the best, all night, after a hard day's work at the laundry, and think nothing of leaving the dance to go to another day's hard work. And then he thought of Ruth and the cool sweetness that must reside in her lips as it resided in all about her. Her kiss would be like her hand-shake or the way she looked at one, firm and frank. In imagination he dared to think of her lips on his, and so vividly did he imagine that he went dizzy at the thought and seemed to rift through clouds of rose-petals, filling his brain with their perfume.
In the kitchen he found Jim, the other boarder, eating mush very languidly, with a sick, far-away look in his eyes. Jim was a plumber's apprentice whose weak chin and hedonistic temperament, coupled with a certain nervous stupidity, promised to take him nowhere in the race for bread and butter.
"Why don't you eat?" he demanded, as Martin dipped dolefully into the cold, half-cooked oatmeal mush. "Was you drunk again last night?"
Martin shook his head. He was oppressed by the utter squalidness of it all. Ruth Morse seemed farther removed than ever.
"I was," Jim went on with a boastful, nervous giggle. "I was loaded right to the neck. Oh, she was a daisy. Billy brought me home."
Martin nodded that he heard, - it was a habit of nature with him to pay heed to whoever talked to him, - and poured a cup of lukewarm coffee.
"Goin' to the Lotus Club dance to-night?" Jim demanded. "They're goin' to have beer, an' if that Temescal bunch comes, there'll be a rough-house. I don't care, though. I'm takin' my lady friend just the same. Cripes, but I've got a taste in my mouth!"
He made a wry face and attempted to wash the taste away with coffee.
"D'ye know Julia?"
Martin shook his head.
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3763顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:37:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
3764顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:37:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
3765要FY顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:38:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
3766= =发表于：2011/12/15 21:38:00
其实我真的不明白贴图那位什么意思，把亚麻扔出来任黑然后破撤退？
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人没上胸，我们也不能代表PO表示收不收，只好送图和亚麻出贴了╮(￣▽￣")╭
3767= =发表于：2011/12/15 21:38:00
3768要FY顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:38:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
3769= =发表于：2011/12/15 21:38:00
3770= =发表于：2011/12/15 21:38:00
3771= =发表于：2011/12/15 21:39:00
这……什么情况？
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同问
3772要FY顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:39:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
3773要FY顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:39:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
3774要FY顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:40:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
3775= =发表于：2011/12/15 21:40:00
3776要FY顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:40:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
3777= =发表于：2011/12/15 21:41:00
3778要FY顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:41:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
3779= =发表于：2011/12/15 21:42:00
3780要FY顶发表于：2011/12/15 21:42:00
ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:
"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."
The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."
"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."
After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:
"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."
The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:
"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."
"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."
"Nay, is that true?"
"Yes; only those above them call them so."
"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."
"No-no; for he may be a freeman."
"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."
"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."
"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"
"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."
"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."
"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."
The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.